Carry Stress In The Jaw (sleep Part Ii) کے بول

Powder grinding mouthful Pull the day from the nocturn Somniloquist is the nightmare's song In the multiplied objects of the external world I had no thoughts, but for the teeth And of Bernice I more seriously believed That all her teeth were thoughts The white and ghastly spectrum of the teeth Meditations were never pleasurable The phantasma of the teeth maintained its terrible ascendency Lock into bitten dreams Perfectionist break like A child's mouth